Saline Grace Crossing Trails
Whenever the relentless claws of years
Renounce their exalted throne
Of marble breakage
Whenever the darkened window opens
Illuminating the vaults of our history
I see
The estranged for life
On crossing trails
Whenever the relentless grief of recognition
Refracts sadly through the vault
Covered in dust
Whenever the illuminating window fails
And the clockwork's noise laughs scornfully
I see
The hopful for life
On crossing trails
Whenever the relentless silence
Echoes awfully along the well-known
Wallpaper's colour
Whenever the blinded window shuts
Declaring its cold and everlasting scars
I see
The failure for life
On crossing trails
